Unclean Lyrics


It's a sin

Blasphemy and sacrilege

It's a sin

A sin is to call it in that way

Shine with your might, oh insolent Wisdom

Your messengers sow pestilence

Thoughts in chaos, without a shelter

No supports point

Ignorance, made ignorance

Impotence - powerless as always

Eager souls

Condemned minds

confirmed in conviction

Flourishing decay

Angels, devils faithful and obedient

Devils, angels waiting for their shepherd

Frightened crippled creatures

Worthy to each other

No trial of strength

Devoured by fire

A puppet in a crown of thorns